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Crenshaw by Katherine Applegate

Recently someone asked me what a culturally responsive
classroom looks like.This is a loaded
question because so many factors go into making one.I gave a brief answer, and explained that often
the choice of books in the classroom is the most powerful tool to address the
diversity, or more often the lack of diversity in classroom.

I currently work in a school in Denver that is not like the
majority of schools in my urban district.During Spring Break I had kids that went to the Virgin Islands, Beaver
Creek, Costa Rica, Disneyland, Disney World, Mexico, Japan, and elsewhere.In other words, the families are very
comfortable.Poverty is not something
that is discussed even though the community is surrounded by some of the
poorest parts of the city.

As their teacher it is my responsibility to make sure that
they experience the world around them.This goes back to my statement that books bring to life the world around
us.Whatever that may be.

I thoughtfully select read alouds for my class.I am not saying that they are always serious
or filled with life long messages.Our
last read aloud was The Unlikely
Adventures of Mabel Jones.Ok, maybe
there is an important message in that book:Don’t ear your boogers!Anyhow, I
read Crenshaw this past winter; and while reading it I knew it was going to be
a read aloud this year.

Crenshaw by
Katherine Applegate is a short novel about Jackson, a soon to be fifth grade,
his family, and his very large imaginary cat friend named Crenshaw.Crenshaw first came to live with Jackson when
he was in first grade.Jackson’s family
and just become homeless and were living in their van.Like many imaginary friends they just
disappear one day.However, Crenshaw
reappears.He shows up as Jackson is
figuring out that his family is about to become homeless again.

Katherine Applegate is a master storyteller.When I told my class what I was reading next
T yelled out “Will this make me cry? The
One and Only Ivan was so sad.”There
was a brief discussion about that book.The class decided that she is a great author.

I know many teachers sometimes wonder if kids are really
listening during read alouds because there aren’t always reactions we think we
are going to get.I knew that I would
reactions from this book I just didn’t expect so many, and more importantly, so
many thoughtful questions. We would have finished over a week ago if this
hadn’t been happening.My students have
showed empathy for Jackson, and have asked questions about how does a family
get poor.Why don’t people help
them?One day someone asked; “Can you
imagine what it must be like to be that hungry?” He really was interested.In the book Jackson’s dad makes a sign before
he panhandles on the corner to raise money.The dad’s handwriting is so poor that the sign reads “Think You” instead
of “Thank You”.We discussed why did the
author write that.What is the message
the first sign really says?

Crenshaw has been eye opening for my students and for me.
Most importantly it is another example of why teachers MUST read aloud to their
students.If we want our students to be
prepared for the 21st century they have to know that the world is
filled with all different kinds of people with a variety of experiences.More times than not the only way I can expose
them to this is through the pages of a book.

Comments

Beautifully written and so insightful! I always hear people in positions of power in school districts saying that read aloud time is wasted time... time that would be better spent doing more traditional instruction. I find my read aloud time to be chalk full of "aha" moments for my students. It is a rich time of discussion and a time to deeply connect with the human experience. I'm constantly grateful that I had the great fortune of having you as one of my first teaching teammates. I learned so much from you. Building relationships with your students and maintaining that above all else despite the demands of state testing and the misguided advice from people who don't get it is the most valuable lesson you taught me. Read aloud time is what fosters those relationships. I'll give "Crenshaw" a read! Thanks!

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